little black butterflies deep inside me

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Media was taking over the world very quickly; it was true. Television, IPods, Mp3s, all of those gadgets were sold nearly everyday and companies were raking in billions. Cinema was raking in billions too; per year. People would go to see the latest movies, spend lots of money on tickets and then spend even more money on food like popcorn, when you could actually just buy it from the local corner shop. Millions of dollars, Euros, pounds were all being spent on wasteful things. Where did all this money go to in the end? Probably just to make better products, thus starting the cycle of buying, selling and making. None of this money went to help anybody, or anything. Was this money given to charity? Given to children in need? Were they used to buy fresh water for the poorer countries in mainly the southern part of the world? Did people ever stop to think about the poor instead of carrying on with their life, thinking about nothing that important? Did they ever stop to think about the people in Afghanistan? Gaza? Haiti? No, they probably didn’t. It was only good humanitarians that did. But even still there was not much that changed with only as little as probably ten percent of the world’s population helping out. People were so obsessed with over the top accessories that not even many people actually needed it; not when they had the exact same thing but as a cheaper version. Amelia found herself wondering all these things as she sat quietly in the cinema; waiting for the movie to begin.

Never having gone to the cinemas before in her life, Amelia wanted to see the hype about it. She wanted to see why people paid money to watch movies when they could probably give some of that money to a poor person on the street. Yes, as well as being a hippie, Amelia was a good humanitarian soldier kind of girl. She strode into the cinema, and walked into one of the screens. Who knew there were so many people that came to the cinemas on a Friday night? Well, probably now they did, as Friday marked the end of the week; so teenagers were probably out celebrating. There were at least forty people queued outside for cinema tickets, and Amelia felt a bit guilty as she walked passed them, but as the Shinigami once told her, “You’re dead, you can do whatever you want. Live a little” The Shinigami always scared her; especially when he just popped out of the shadows suddenly. As she walked passed at least another twenty people who were queuing up for snacks and drinks, Amelia stopped to look at them. She suddenly had a craving to eat something, but the sight of a slightly over weight guy, with two buckets of popcorns, a large cup of drink and what seemed to be six candy bars made her want to hurl. Amelia turned around and walked on a little not really knowing where she was going. She saw a dozen people going through different doors and Amelia followed after an old woman. She couldn’t see properly in the dark room and fell into one of the chairs. Advertisements of what she heard on the radio came up, and Amelia found herself fascinated with the images on screen. If only her parents knew what she was doing now; they would be completely surprised.

TAGGED// OPEN
WORDS// 574
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// WOOOO!

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

There wasn’t actually that much to a movie until it was finished. Everything was shot in small spaces, made up in details that don’t really draw the viewer’s attention. Instead the audience would be drawn to t he person presented, the figure that was more luxurious, powerful, beautiful and rich than everyone else in the world. These people were set up purposely to seem lavishing instead of average. On the rare occasion, there would be someone that was average in a movie, but most of the time this person was meant to presents the fabulous person in a more exciting way. It was a juxtaposition of the sorts that displayed an image by putting a lesser one next to it. Movies were made to make money over everything else in the world, though there are several people that are dead set on the view that the movie is meant to entertain. The sad truth is that these movies are starting to turn into remakes of the classics, the black and whites. Sure, back when the film was originally made the acting wasn’t the greatest, the grain in the film was annoying but it was still the classic movie that people enjoyed to watch. Then these new movies with their high definition and their sex, and the explosions, these were just cheesy things to capture the audience, draw them into something completely unreal. The worst was how movies seemed to think that taking the setting of a book will justify it and make everything they build more popular, when really they end up being more criticized than anything. Of course, they secretly want this, because the more they are criticized, the more attention they get. When they are scolded, it shows that there are people watching them to be a judge, where when they are praised, the people of the world just take the good remarks with them instead of finding out for themselves. Media was a feisty, blood sucking business that seemed to be lacking the heart and soul it used to have. It is devilish and turning into all the wrong directions with over dramatic scenes and ideas that are only fantasized. That was why Wren was so fascinated by it all.

All of these thoughts rendered in Wren’s mind as he find himself at the cinema complex. He was well aware that he was being sucked into something that would suck, but he just didn’t really care. It wasn’t often he found himself at the movies, mostly because he thought there were better things to do. He didn’t even watch too much television. Occasionally he would watch the Law In Order series or maybe one of the CSI cases, but mostly he watched these shows just to see their perspective of death. He preferred Criminal Minds if anything of it, because he liked to predict what was going on throughout episode, and a lot of the time he was good at guessing what was actually supposed to be going on. His correctness made him excited, he loved to be right like that. With the thoughts of his correctness, he walked aimlessly about, until he decided upon a number that he would slip through. Moving through the crowds of people was simple, especially since he was spirited. He never took much to hear about the people in line, let alone did he pay to see a film when he was alive. He found his way walking into one of the theatres at random, not bothering to look at the poster that advertised the movie. If the movie was something sappy, he would simply walk out and try to find something that was more dignifying. He looked at the heads that were in the crowd, slightly concerned about how full this movie seemed to be. He suddenly hoped that it wasn’t a Twilight Saga movie since they were so overly popular, but the audience didn’t seem to be a bunch of screaming fan-girls, so he decided it should be safe. He wasn’t very picky for the person he took a seat next to, but when he took a seat he looked over next to him for a second and saw that the person sitting there was a blond girl, looking full of youth. It was easy to tell that she was much like him, dead that was. He shrugged it off and looked at the screen as images flashed by. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything to her because of the fact that they were both dead, or if he should just be quiet. He had never been a fan of people that just talk through movies, so he decided that he would sit quietly unless she decided to talk to him first. That seemed fair enough.

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 799
NOTES//: BAHA.

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

What was so interesting about movies? They cost a lot to make, market and produce. The people who make the movie got paid tons just for acting, but they were so amateur that Amelia thought that she could do a better job. But then again, people who loved the celebrities that portrayed characters would probably argue with her and say that it took a lot to perfect the character that the actresses and actors were trying to become. It was weird how mainly the people who made it to the big television, were very good looking. Why weren’t there anyone who was just completely average looking? This was what bought people in. The charming, dashing male leads drew in all the females who thought they had no chance at romance, or who just wanted to evaluate another guy, thinking of how they wanted their boyfriends to be like the male lead. The females on the other hand drew in perverted, young males, who wanted to experiment out at their points, or guys who had nothing better in life. It was funny how the brains behind cinema and films could tell what type of genre all the different types of people in the world needed to watch and wanted to watch. It was as if they could tap into the minds of little boys and girls, and of the older types of people, but Amelia had to give them credit; those people were very smart at these types of things. Books were quite better than movies, in Amelia’s case. But then again she was probably being biased because she had never watched a movie in her life, and now if she wanted to she could get it for free and not pay for everything like every living person in this world. It made her feel guilty but at least she wasn’t paying into the industry of cinema. It didn’t seem like many people did anything to help others; not many people were charitable. Cinemas and television shows were sucking the youth out of little children. All they wanted to do was sit down in front of the television set with lots of junk food and just watch television. Not that many people seemed to be bothered about this, but Amelia was. It was hard seeing little children not run around like they were supposed to. It was hard watching children not do things, it was as if they were turning into mindless zombies and all they could talk about was television programs and who killed who. She was glad that her family never watched the television; at least they got to know the outside world more and were a tight knit family.

She sat with her legs up on the chair, her arms wrapped around them, squishing tightly together. She didn’t like being this close to people, it reminded her of what happened before and she felt scared. What was wrong with her? It was a long time ago, so she should be over it by now; but she wasn’t. Amelia shook her head slightly and looked up, her attention going to some chocolate advertisement. Too bad chocolate was made form milk, she couldn’t eat it. It looked so delicious though, and Amelia felt guilty really quickly. Just because she was dead, it didn’t change anything. It shouldn’t change anything as well; she was the same girl that she was before she had died…she thought. She didn’t know if she had changed or not, living in this world had affected her mind a bit and she didn’t know what to think anymore. But she always felt the same. Amelia looked out from the corner of her eye as a guy, as pale as her sat down next to her. She shivered at the thought of him dying and kept her eyes at the front, looking at the big screen that invited people in. But her eyes kept straying back to the boy next to her. She wanted to speak to him, ask him how he died, how he was. She had spoken to some people in this life before, but not that much. It was scary making friends and Amelia was scared that this guy may suddenly turn on her and hurt her. She pushed those thoughts out of her head and she was soon drawn in by the eerie music when the movie began to play, and the screams of women while they were running away from something. It was definitely a horror movie. Amelia’s mouth dropped wide open, but only for a few seconds. Her eyes widened as each scene unfolded slowly in front of her eyes. At one point the woman’s head was chopped off and Amelia jumped in her seat, squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed onto the nearest thing she could find. She realised that she wasn’t holding onto the arm seat or anything that was in a few centimetres distance of her. She opened her eyes and saw that she was holding onto an arm; a pale arm to be exact. The pale arm of the boy ghost that had sat next to her. Amelia bit her lip and slowly let go of the boys arm, “Sorry about that.” Amelia shrunk back into her seat, keeping her head down a little.

TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 886
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// LOVELY!

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Media was a risky business. Outside of movies and television it dominated so much more. Even if movies didn’t exist, even if television wasn’t available, there would be so many forms of media still infecting the world. Newspapers were one of the biggest forms of media. Although many of these papers don’t make very much money in comparison to video productions, but their number one purpose is still to make money. If they didn’t want to make money, they wouldn’t put newspapers in boxes that need to have a coin drawn into them. If they didn’t want to make money, they wouldn’t place advertisements all over the newspaper. Many business men and woman read through the newspaper for more than one purpose and as they go through the stories, they will be drawn to the advertisements and products that are placed all over. Magazines are becoming more personalized for the placement of advertisements. Billboards are infamous for standing so tall that you can’t help but notice the messages they are implementing. On top of all this, even more so than television and video movies, there is one form of advertising that degrades the minds of the people of the world. Walking into a store there are so many brand names that pop out at you. You realize that you recognize a brand that you saw on an attractive boy or girl moments before and automatically that brand becomes more appealing to you. It is as if that brand is the particular one that will make you something extraordinary or beautiful in any way. Openly, these brands are talked about with other people and the images of their logo flashes as you walk down the street. Word of mouth is one of the most powerful things ever. The words that are spoken amongst people are the ones that stick best, rather than watching an advertisement on television. The use of word of mouth is so effective that without it, there wouldn’t be any advertisements or product placements that people become accustomed and familiar with. There are certain brands that Wren only wore because he remembered seeing them so often in school. If the other kids in school hadn’t worn that brand he wouldn’t have even known that it existed. So he bought this brand when he saw it because there was something nostalgic about it, something that made him feel at home and comfortable. Even when people don’t mean to be they are victims of media.

His body hung loosely on the seat, where his feet were wide apart and perched evenly. He rest his one elbow on the elbow rest next to him and for a moment his body was sitting there as if he was waiting for something. It took a moment before he allowed himself to rest into the seat, shuffling around a little to get comfortable support for his back. He closed his eyes allowing his mind to grow black. He couldn’t think of anything in particular but how once his eyes were closed, everything was so completely black. The theatre was dark, but he didn’t mind, it was comfortable to be consumed in it all over being melted by the sun light. He smiled slightly, amused by the darkness and his thoughts of it all. He could only hear the background noise of the movie, but even that seemed be nothing to him. Actors and actresses, voice over’s and the current catchy tune played over it all, and yet none of that seemed really interest Wren to prop up his head, open his eyes and see what the fuss was about on the screen. His smile remained plastered on his face as he continued to ignore the eerie music that was drawn out of the screen. It wasn’t until there was a blood curdling scream that he opened his eyes and looked to see what the yelling was about. He watched the screen carefully wondering what the point of the movie was automatically. He lazily fixed himself on the moving images. He started to question why he had opened his eyes now, the entire scene seemed so pointless, and that was until the girl became decapitated. He laughed inside his head at how lame this movie was but suddenly felt something attached to his arm that was cold, and yet very warm against his dead body. Slowly, he turned his head to face the girl that was sitting next to him. His gaze followed down to where her arm was clung onto him and he started lightly chuckling. The face that she had as she pulled away from him was priceless, and when she apologized he couldn’t help but be even more amused with the entire situation. “Its okay there, love, just promise you won’t die on me here,” He clicked his tongue to the top of the mouth, somewhat regretting the words that he chose, but then deciding to add one more, “again.” He let himself face towards the screen where the murder seemed to dangle the decapitated head nonchalantly. People seemed to have such a twisted sense of entertainment these days, that or else they only liked to make horror movies because they were extremely cheap to make but made a lot of money. He looked over at the girl again, watching her cringe a little and smiled. He wrapped his arm around here carelessly and said “Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s just a film,” and he left his arm dangling around her as a sign of comfort.

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 925
NOTES//: wren=playa, playa

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

She hated newspapers; they always seemed to bring out horrible stories and they were truly biased. Biased newspapers never gave any of the oppositions their say, and they were always shunned. It seemed as if newspapers were something that wanted to get the whole truth out and would not stop until it was done. This made them sell a lot of newspapers. The people who worked for newspapers were so hungry for news that they didn’t mind who it hurt. That’s why Amelia rarely read a newspaper in her life. She didn’t like the way it portrayed many people terribly even if she didn’t know the person at all. Amelia always ahd a soft spot for everyone in the world, even if they didn’t like her themselves. Media was so very powerful that it could do anything it wanted to without seeming like it was trying to destroy something or someone. It was as if the people of the world were oblivious to how media worked. She despised everyone working in the media industry, although she had met many people who had worked their previously; so she didn’t now what she hated. Advertisements were another big thing in the world; the people behind the making of advertisements and catchy slogans definitely knew what they were doing to bring in their target audience. The use of a very beautiful lead, the use of a very catchy slogan and the use of a short video that lasted only about thirty seconds long or at least up to a minute made people think that the product that was being sold was the most beautiful thing in the world. Everyone thought that the advertisements they saw would make them as great as what they saw, that if they bought it, they would become exactly like the female or male they saw on the advertisement. But it was not true, it was the conniving minds of the masters behind these advertisements; they knew how to get into the minds of different ages of people. It was weird how these people could understand other people, it seemed like they knew how to empathise with different ages, but in truth, they just knew how to work these people. They didn’t care about the plight of people unless they managed to sell over millions of their products. The fact was that people could never give up any form of media; it was too much of a problem and too much hard work, to do. People were never able to get over media, and it seemed as if Amelia herself was getting drawn into this frenzy as well.

When the boy had sat next to her at first Amelia couldn’t help but to stare at him for a bit. It was hard not to since he had this striking feature about him. He seemed like the type of guy that didn’t bother with anything. It was a bit weird to be this close to another person who was dead, but she had spoken to one or two of the dead. It was just really weird that she was sitting next to one, their was only about a few centimetres difference between the two of them and Amelia couldn’t stand it. She didn’t like it when people were this close to her; especially when it was people of the opposite gender. But for some reason she was a love struck teenager when it came to good boys. Even though she didn’t mind who she fell in love with it seemed to be the boys mainly. He was really pale, just like her; just like how a ghost was supposed to be. He sat back as if he didn’t com to see a movie at all, as if he was just sitting with his thoughts. She turned her head from him as soon as the movie started; hoping that he didn’t notice what she had been doing. While she was watching the parts of the film that were boring she couldn’t help but to sneak glances at the boy next to her; he seemed scary. As if he could just pounce on her any minute, and this movie was scary enough as it was without having someone else trying to scare her; if that was his intention in the first place. Her throat dried up as soon as the head execution scene came up. She didn’t know why this was so scary; she had learnt about these kinds of things so many times in history when she had been forced to go to school. But Amelia was easily scared, ever since her first beating by that boys she had become weak; which made her think that she was not worth living at all. She had to be one of those strong girls, but she knew she was not always like that; now for example. She was really embarrassed by what she had done. Had she just grabbed onto a boy’s hand? Someone she did not know? What if he was a mass murderer or a rapist? She controlled her thoughts for a few seconds, not every guy could be like that…could they? She looked up at him as he used the word ‘love’ on her. Well, he didn’t seem all that bad did he? She smiled for a second or so before her face went back to being impassive. “Ermm, no I won’t die…again. It’s hard going through it the first time.” Her shoulder muscles tensed up as she felt his arms wrap around her shoulders, what was he doing? It felt so familiar and Amelia felt as if she was about to hyperventilate out of being scared. She gulped a little, and discreetly tried to get out of arm while she said; “Yeah it’s just a film.” This guy was being so nice to her, but she couldn’t handle it. She had seen enough ‘nice’ guys in her lifetime.


TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 989
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// I CAN SEE THAT. HOPEFULLY AMELIA CAN SEE THAT.

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

In a small town newspapers were harmless. Rarely there would be a tragic accident, or any bad news to share. The kind of news papers delivered to Empress were the kind that highlighted a marriage, or a local event or anything that was fun and loving like the pool opening up for the summer. They would only be one story on the cover most of the time unless the week had actually been eventful, but that was rare. The inside of the newspaper was usually advertisements for local businesses like Mike’s Mechanics or Sage Brush Studios. Most of them were for mechanics, oil companies and the many artists that found themselves drawn to the natural beauty of the country side. Around those advertisements were small decks that said “Empress News” or “Oyen News”, listing off all the towns that had some sort of news to share in the papers. Mostly you would see the writer saying something like “Mrs Hinklebottom had her great grand daughter from the city come and visit her this weekend, they had lunch at the restaurant and overall a very lovely time”. It was obvious that the newspaper wasn’t needed to show something great and enchanting, but instead seemed to be a source of gossip; but then again, that is how most small towns function. There would always be something to pick at in the towns to show a developing gossip. The nicest of people are usually only so kind so that they will know your secrets to exploit to other people, just for their own amusement and so they can be the most popular when it came to conversations over coffee. People seemed to be so insecure about themselves that they had to publicize everyone else to get some sort of attention. They thought that they were getting positive attention from all the things they announce about, when they were actually getting the most critics. It is hard to trust anyone if they are so well known for spreading around gossip and such. Wren knew that he couldn’t trust a soul who had too many friends. For them it would be too tempting to spread a secret especially if they felt like holding secrets would make them something special or elite. There were too many people like that out there. Maybe that was the reason why Wren didn’t get along with many people after a while. He could handle peoples drama for a little while, but after a bit it seemed so repetitious, so he would just drop that person, hoping never to have to deal with the over dramatic emotions again, until the next person came along.

There were a few people in the afterlife that Wren interacted with, but he didn’t take too much note in those people. He was who he was and didn’t really care who walked around him. Since he was in the afterlife, he was never able to hold a real relationship with anyone. Sometimes he wouldn’t even consider a fling because he didn’t want to have to go through the trouble of dropping a person afterwards. All the emotion that goes into the relations between people was just too much work. Some may have seen him as insensitive, some may have admired his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, but either way their thoughts had no control over how he was going to steer his life. He didn’t even notice much of the girl next to him. As usual, he just didn’t really care much until she did something to capture his attention. He never went in for the kill first; no one was ever worth that time to him. He was fond of people when they actually took the time to look past his looks and his apparel, and saw something more inside of him. At the same time he had contradicting emotions where he just wished that people wouldn’t give a damn about how he felt or what actions he took. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another that was just how he always seemed to function. He wasn’t scared of anything. Everything about him was basically numb, as if when he was still alive that there was something inside of him that was lifeless. He carried on this trait with him everywhere, even in the afterlife. He was experimental and wouldn’t let emotions seep past that. He would always be kind to people, to a certain degree. There was a number of things that he couldn’t handle, but of course many people had certain things that they couldn’t see past. He called girls “love”, “hun”, “doll”, and “sweetheart” all the time to show them that they were beautiful in some sort of way, even when he thought they were kind of hideous. There would always be something on the inside, or maybe one thing on the outside that they would have going for them. So instead of bringing them down with harsh, inappropriate words, why not try a new approach by being kind hearted and having an outlook on them that everyone could appreciate. He smiled slightly as the girl replied. At least she had a sense of humour about it all. “I don’t know, it can be easy or difficult depending on what you are expecting.” He thought over death quickly and then remembered that he shouldn’t dabble in something that he had already experimented with. He had already pushed passed science enough that he didn’t need to find more things revolving around death. That was just something that seemed to occur in his mind too often. He looked over at the girl and watched her face carefully. To himself, he carefully smirked, pulling his arm away from the girl. He shrunk down in his seat a little to be a little bit more comfortable, while both his arms slung over the arm rest. “So what are you doing in a movie like this if you are so scared of all that stuff?” He took a quick glance over at her before he turned his head back to the film.

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 1,017
NOTES//: haha. Girls are so naive.

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Her family never received the daily news of Empress because of how they were. The people who gave out the newspapers to others in the neighbourhood thought that Amelia and her family weren’t the type of people to care about news. All in all, her family did actually care; they weren’t the types of people that were never interested in news. They liked to know what was taking place in the world; even though the newspapers in Empress were only about what was happening in two houses down. The newspapers never seemed to have anything exciting, something that held interest for the readers; well that is what her family thought. There weren’t anything new that could make them all think ‘wow’ instead there was news about how one of the old woman’s cats had given birth to seven kittens and that she was naming them all Susan; since they were all girls. Yes that was news, but what was it compared to the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico? The small town of Empress had nothing to live on but gossip. It was hard to catch up with it all though. On one side of the gossip stick you’d hear that someone’s daughter was raped, but on the other side of the gossip stick you’d hear that the very same daughter was actually a prostitute, so what would everyone believe? It would mainly depend on whether you liked the person or you didn’t like the person. The people who liked her would think that she could do no wrong and would stick by her getting raped, on the other hand though; everyone who hates the girl would think that she was a prostitute and only made the story up to save her ass. It was hard to be a victim of gossip; you didn’t know who would believe you and who wouldn’t and soon everyone would probably turn against you; if the rumour turned out to be something horrid that is. It was hard to know who your best friend was and who your worst enemy was in all of the gossip that flew around the small town of Empress, because sometimes the best of friends could turn out to be the one that was deceiving you in the end. Amelia was grateful that she didn’t have friends for mainly this particular reason. Everyone would think such horrid things about her and in the end someone could just end up going against her just because she was a hippie. It was hard to know who liked you in the town of Empress since not that many people were friendly. You’d think that was untrue, but Amelia would oppose to all of that. If she smiled at one person, they would glare at her; and now that may only be because she was stereotyped into a category that was probably not really big in the modern society.

The number of people that she had spoken to during her six years in the afterlife was probably about two. Yes, she was definite it was two; one girl and one boy. She didn’t know what to think of these two characters since they were both brother and sister. The similarity between the both of them was that they were vain. It was hard to get these two people to think about something else other than them, and Amelia could not find any similarities between herself and the other two. That was why Amelia didn’t really want to speak to anybody else in this world, fearing that there maybe more people like them. Yes; she was being stereotypical, but Amelia would not have spoken to anyone anyways in the first place. She was scared of everything and everyone here. She did not know most of them as she was isolated from everyone in Empress since her birth. It was hard to strike up a conversation with someone when all they knew about her was that she was the ‘crazy druggie that lived in a caravan because her family’s poor.’ Maybe not everyone thought of her that way, but the questioning looks she got from people whenever she spoke about her past was enough to drive her away. She wasn’t the type of person to judge someone before she met them, but now it was getting difficult for her to do so as people did this to her too often. What was she meant to do in return? She couldn’t just stand around and be judged upon while she tried to act nice now could she? It was hard to try and keep calm all the time and Amelia always wondered whether she was cut out for the life of a pacifist. But, to please her mother and father, Amelia stayed one, she did not want to disappoint her family; even if they did not know that she was ‘alive’ in the afterlife. Anyway, it was actually quite hard to give up a part of who she was in the past so easily just because something traumatic had happened to her. She could still imagine herself meditating in the park somewhere, alone. It would be so easy for her to do so just like how she did when she was alive. She had stopped after she had died because their seemed to be too many spirits wondering around the places that she wanted to meditate in and so she had given up. She had chosen to go back to the caravan her family lived in just to meditate their, but she had given up since she did not want to see her family and cry all over. She wanted everything to go back to normal, but she knew that if she was still alive she would be getting harsh treatment from all of the other people in her school for what she had done. “I expected the worse, and I definitely got the worse.” Amelia gave a small, somewhat of a smile as she said this. She knew that something along the lines of death or something even worse than death was approaching her ever since she had given her testimony in court; it was obvious. No one else knew it though. She was thankful when the guy let his arm slide off of her shoulders, and her shoulders seemed to relax in a matter of few seconds. She settled herself back into her seat comfortably, on leg curled up underneath the other and looked at him once before turning her face back to the screen just like he was doing. “I…I didn’t know it was going to be scary. I just wanted to see a movie.” She looked at the guy once before adding softly; “This is the first time I’m ever watching a movie.” She looked at him quickly and then back up at the screen again, this time instead of the woman’s head being decapitated, her body was being cut into little chunks before being put into a blender.

TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 1169
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// True; girls are very naive.

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Mailing systems seemed to be growing more technologically advanced, even as using the mail seems to be growing less popular. Mostly the post office was used to pick up newspapers, bills, flyers, and more bills. Occasionally there would be the random post card or package that you ordered online, but really the postal service was only a way to deliver bills. It seemed like everything was computerized these days. Soon all bills were going to be done by e-mail or from computers, or just automatically docking them from banks or credit cards. All these technology has been presented, and it was a surprise that it hadn’t completely taken over the world yet. Wren’s family always got their news papers from the post office, but Wren couldn’t find any reason to really read it much. He didn’t care about what was going on in such a small town. The only time he took to look at the newspaper was when there was something about his school in it like the “Pennies For Haiti” drive or the graduating class. As odd as it may seem, he enjoyed looking at the picture that captured a class at its best. So many people seemed to look different from what they really were when they were in this photo. Girls seemed so spiffy and seemed less skanky than before, or at least there would be something that was quite a bit different about them. Even the guys seemed to have some distinction to them. There was just something so classy about them that made Wren feel a little better about being in such a small town where he could say that he knew these people. Every year him and his mother would collect the grad paper so they could remember the people and the years they graduated, as some sort of keepsake. He remembered a lot of the girls as people he talked to, and eventually he broke them apart. Sometimes he could see the look in the girl’s eyes that still seemed to show something a little broken inside of them. Sometimes he regretted being such an asshole, but at the same time he didn’t want to waste his time on something he was so sure was going to fail. Why even try if there was something wrong between them? Eventually that one problem would evolve into so many more and a tragic event would take place, and Wren would actually have to feel the emotions that he went through with that girl. He didn’t want to feel that. He didn’t want to feel that way for anyone, no matter how beautiful, smart, courageous, funny and heavenly they could be. No one was worth the pain and suffering to him, he just could never stay so connected, ever.

There weren’t very many people that Wren was unfamiliar with. There were many that had several age differences since their life seemed to be at its peak. Many of the ghosts he had met were around his age, but had died many years before he had. So many different reasons for their death struck up a conversation, but there were none that were particularly appealing. It was surprising, however to know that there had actually been several different murders in the town of Empress and surrounding area. Quite a few people had experienced it all and it was weird to see it through their eyes, especially from the way that Wren experienced murder. He didn’t remind himself to often that he was a murderer, mostly because there was no need for him to confront it. He never saw the person that he had murdered, not here at least. He would’ve that that he would’ve met up with her at some time especially in such a small town. Then again, he never really knew very many people in town for as often as he walked around. The population was so small, and yet so vast. With all the towns that seemed to be spread out within an hour of Empress, there was at least enough to make a decent sized city. Maybe that was the reason that he couldn’t recognize everyone, that and after a while he became a loner, not wanting to involve himself with any more people than he already had. And eventually he ended up here. Was that enough to say end of story?

There really wasn’t much to this scary movie. It wasn’t even a classic. Wren didn’t understand horror flicks anymore. When they were at their rising time, they were genius, even if they were completely pointless and not threatening in any way, but now it seemed like there was a twist in it all. So many people had demented minds and imagination that even Steven King was nothing but a little fear factor. His movies were something people watched when they needed that classic time, and sometimes a laugh. He looked over at the girl just remembering he was still with her in some sort of way. He sighed and decided not to say anything for a while. “Well then, you get what you got.” His voice was plain and emotionless. He honestly didn’t care too much that she had been scared since she obviously didn’t have much interest in him. Once again it was a factor that he wouldn’t do anything unless there was someone else that pushed something first. It might be shallow in a way, but at least he wasn’t the one that was judging girls plainly on their looks or something. He was only half listening when she started to say more, but when she did he was suddenly more interested. “This is your first time watching a film? Oh my, what made you so deprived in life?” He knew he sounded rude, he knew that he shouldn’t seem so judgemental, but it just naturally was a part of him. He always seemed to carry a tone that was rough and jagged, as if he was ready to get in a fight at any moment. His head turned at her and he ignored the gory scene on the screen. Now he just wanted to know why this girl had never been to a movie. It was just so odd.

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 1,042
NOTES//: and wren is clever.

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Emails were something Amelia never understood; what was so wrong in writing letters and posting them? What were emails? They were just letters being sent to people by a laptop. Yes technology was very advanced right now and Amelia did not really know how. She wasn’t the type of person who knew the new technology and she wasn’t a technological person. She had no idea how to make things work. Laptops and all those other technological products were very hard to know how to work; well for her it was. Her whole family lived in the past, not the present and didn’t know how to use anything in the modern world. The only thing they used was radios and that was about it. She found it funny when she saw people in Empress walking around with their earphones plugged into their ears; not listening to the beautiful sound of nature. Not listening to the beautiful sounds of the birds chirping away, or the peace and calm of nothingness. All they were listening to was their loud music, in whatever genre. The types of music was like was different. She had no specific taste in what she listened to. She mainly grew up listening to sixties music such as the Beatles and other bands. Music was like her entire life for her family. They all had a strong passion for music; they would all sing every day, make music and dance about with each other. Her brother was the one with the guitar skills. He would play all day for her when she was little; making her happy because of the songs he played. He would sometimes even play lullabies for her when she was finding it difficult to sleep. It was hard to live without her brothers’ music, she wasn’t upset that she couldn’t hear his music again; but she was upset that he gave up on his music when he was being bullied by people in school. Her brothers’ music made its way into one of the newspapers of Empress once, one of the editors thought he played beautifully but the other criticised her brother a lot, and Amelia knew it was because of the way her and her family lived. It was difficult to live in a town that was so judgemental, but maybe it was only Amelia who thought this. The way her family managed to ignore the crude remarks made about them, made Amelia wonder as to how her family didn’t care about all this stuff. It was hard for her to think positively and to remain calm, especially when objects were thrown at her. Living in Empress was basically very difficult. Some people may not have thought anything like this about Empress; after all it was very empty and had nothing in it. You would think that the people of Empress were all lovely and sweet, but really most were not. She just wished that the people of Empress would change in a way, but she was dead, so what good would that do for her?

She had no friends when she was alive, no one at all. Everyone thought that she was weird. What with the way she dressed, acted and spoke. Well her accent wasn’t really different but she had somehow attained her mothers’ English accent, so maybe that was why people didn’t like her? But what was so bad about having a different accent? It was obvious it was the way she was; the way she lived her life. What was wrong with being a vegan? A pacifist? What was wrong with her wearing flowery headbands and flower kinds of dresses? She had seen a lot of people wear a lot of things that contained flowers, so what was wrong with her wearing things like that? Was it because her and her family took drugs? Well there were quite a few people in Empress who took a lot of these substances themselves, so why did it matter when it came to Amelia and her family? People seriously had no reason to hate her and her family, and this made Amelia angry-yes she was not a proper pacifist although she tried to be one for her parents’ sake. Sometimes she wished that she wasn’t a pacifist, her life would probably have been so much easier.

Why had she never seen a movie before in her life? Well Amelia couldn’t really answer that question. Her family never spoke about going to the movies and no one ever brought it up. She didn’t care about going to the movies because it never held any interest for her. It just seemed so boring. Paying money just to go see a movie when you could give it to charity. She also didn’t go because she never saw the purpose of it. Her life was filled with other sources of entertainment that going to the movies would disrupt her balance of life…weird; yes she knew that. She heard the guy next to her sigh before he replied and she nodded. She said in a thoughtful tone; “Yes, perhaps I did get what I deserved.” It was actually quite confusing to her. Did she get what she deserved? On one hand maybe she did, she was different than everyone else that lived in Empress. She was weird and freaky in some what ways, and people may have found her to be creepy. Maybe them hitting her were their way of trying to make her normal? She laughed at that idea, yeah right. She didn’t really know that never going to the cinemas was such a big deal, but the surprise in the boys’ voice was evidently clear. She furrowed her eyes a bit and said, “I was not deprived in my life, thank you very much. I just never saw the reason into going to watch a movie when there could be other things to do.” She tutted once at the boy and then turned her body so that she was facing the big cinema screen; the movie was still going on.


TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 1013
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// SEE, I DIDN'T GO ABOVE OYUR WORD COUNT THIS TIME DID I? AND SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY POST...I LOST MUSE. WREN IS MEAN.

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Technology had advanced so suddenly. It seemed that one the crossing over from the twentieth century to the twenty first century occurred that there was a blast of enlightenment. Personal desktop computers were put into every home. It seemed that there were few people that found one suitable to their needs. This technology was no longer something that was just used for the business world, but something universal. Wren could still remember when computers were nothing but something he would see in school. They were taught how to use these bulky computers hoping that this era of enlightenment would bring forth new technology. For the longest time his family had lived without a personal computer while slowly all the families in the neighbourhood were getting in with this advanced fad. When he was about eight he remembered his aunt lending them a computer that barely even functioned. He was completely unaware of the internet that was used, and instead played little floppy-disc games such as wheel of fortune and this one game that was not supposed to be meant for children under the age of eighteen. He and one of his friends at the time would always try to sneak onto the game to see if they were smart enough to be eighteen, smart enough to play a game that was apparently so brutal. In comparison to the graphics created in more modern games it was nothing. He remembered when his aunts computer died out and how he had left that machine for the longest time, not really caring because it was nothing much to him. The random toys and friends and the smell of the outdoors were so much more appealing to him. It was crazy to think of how this attitude had been lost since the time that Wren had died. Kids were starting to ignore the outdoors and the beauty it had to offer, they were getting more selfish with the toys they were getting. There was nothing simple about them at all. All simplicity was lost, that innocence and beauty was gone forever. The coming ages only seemed to rank among the most advanced. Soon there would be nothing much left in the world but video games and obesity. It was still amazing to think that there are a few people in the world that are still healthy, or yet disgusted by what the world was creating. One day all those people may run out, and then what else would be come of this world?

At some point in time Wren had been friends with basically everyone he knew existed. He didn’t have very many male friends because guys seemed to be more vicious towards him, whether it was in envy or something else with deeper meaning. Wren had never been the kindest fellow, nor had he been too modest about anything. When he accomplished something he usually let people know that in some sort of a way, whether it was telling his current girlfriend about it or finding someone to publish it somewhere. He was sure that the way that he went through friends and girlfriends was probably drawing in bad attention for him. He was friends with someone for a while, but once he got a little too close he would cut it off and pretend he never really knew the person. A lot of the time that person would follow him around and try to be friends with him anyways, but Wren usually noted seldom of them. He was probably one of the most interesting people that had lived in Empress, and probably also the most brutal. If you were friends with him, you had something to brag about, but after a while you were nothing, so it didn’t even matter. It wasn’t exactly something that Wren had planned; it just seemed to happen to him, no matter the person.

It wasn’t as if movies were the number one source of entertainment. There were so many more things that seemed respectable in comparison to movies. It was pointless to really be in a theatre when you could be outside in the fresh air. But there just seemed to be something so captivating about a movie and the way that it works. Obviously nothing in it is meant to be real, like the explosions and the action and the fighting. But to experience something like that right before the human eye was something so weird and out there that it interested people into watching movies. It was as if they would be experiencing something magical without actually having to be magical. Wren never really understood all these things until the afterlife. All of it just seemed to make more sense when you dug a little deeper. He laughed slightly at this girl. There seemed to be something in her tone that made him think that she was getting a little dramatic, or maybe it was just the way she worded everything, but it was humorous to him. “Don’t say it like that, you don’t really deserve anything, it is just a film after all.” he shook his head a little. For someone that didn’t watch movies, she seemed to have the films attitude. It was interesting to think that behind a character with such an odd exterior there was something else that seemed to peek-a-boo behind her. When she to replied with a little but more attitude he couldn’t help for chuckle some more. “Calm down little girl, I didn’t mean to poke at something so personal, just relax”” He nudged her a little hoping that she would loosen up, before he turned back towards the film. Obviously he had been missing out on a bit of it, but he was indifferent about it all. It wasn’t as if he paid to see it or anything.

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 972
NOTES//: haha. I’m pretty sure over 1000 words isn’t crappy. Also... wren is a sexy kind of mean, rawr. ;BTW: I’M PLAYING POKEMONS AND YOUR JEALOUS.

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Amelia disliked a lot of things in the world. She hated how the world was run. She hated how the rich stole from the poor; people taking credits from other peoples’ work. She hated people who were non-vegetarians or non-vegans, although the world probably had at least over ninety percent of the population being meat lovers. What was so nice about meat? Didn’t anyone think about the poor little creature that had been chopped, burnt and killed painfully just to become somebody’s lunch or dinner? Didn’t they think about whether the animal had a family? Whether the animal was the father, mother, sister, brother, niece or nephew of another animal? What if someone decided they wanted to eat human meat and killed a person just to try it out? Wouldn’t that be disgusting? Even thinking about eating animals, or even smelling the meat of an animal in shops made Amelia want to puke her guts out. What was so lovely about eating a chicken’s head? What was so lovely about chewing on an animal’s legs? Amelia had no clue, and she had no idea as to why people even ate animals. They were, in a sense, just like humans. Put on this Earth to live and breed. That was about it. They were there for animal lovers all over the place and they were there to find their mates and give birth. Amelia was the type of person to think that every living organism in the planet had feelings, even plants. Maybe she was right, that animals did have feelings, but when it came to pants, people thought that she was a bit crazy. But still, plants could have feelings couldn’t they? No one could answer that question of hers, so Amelia lived on happily thinking that nature ahd feelings. Well, it didn’t seem that crazy now did it? Plants, trees, oceans, lakes-these were all the things in the world that made everything seem so pretty. The lovely little woods all around the place, and the sparkling water which made everything shine. All of this was being ruined by money hungry morons. They ruined things, they did not use anything renewable, burned all the fossil fuels in the world, and for what? Probably about twenty five years of electricity, but that was about it. Why couldn’t they use wind power? Or wave power? Or even solar power? What was wrong with all these things? What was wrong with all these rich businessmen? Thinking about things like this, the problems that the Earth was facing, and will carry onto face, made Amelia angry and she didn’t like to feel angry. Maybe she was more of an Earth humanitarian kind of person than a hippie?

Amelia was very different from her family, in many ways. She had thought that maybe she had been adopted or something into a hippie family, but the love she got from her family was so immense that she never felt like an outsider. She never really thought that she was adopted unless something happened which showed her how different she was to her family. Sometimes when she got too angry too quickly, Amelia would wonder how she could be this different form her parents and her brother. They all managed to remain calm in angry situations and they managed to get themselves through everything without breaking a nerve, but it seemed that Amelia was very different. She never had any relationships with anyone else to know how things worked. She didn’t know how a friendship worked properly and how a romantic relationship worked, although she did get the ideas from her parents and her grandparents, and from what she saw at school when she had been forced to enrol. Even though she ahd not been part in a relationship, she knew a bit about how they worked, though she was not an expert at any of these things. After what she saw, Amelia made the rest of everything up; it was better to do that than to get hurt in real life like she had. Well, that was what she thought.

She had been around everywhere in Empress, well everywhere that she could think of. She had been to the docks, and although the peace and quiet was lovely, Amelia missed the familiarity of hearing someone’ voice. She missed seeing people walk around, so she had gotten out of the docks. She ahd visited, what was known in Empress, as the ‘Whispering Woods.’ Her family were located just at the end of the trail in the woods, and so she had not gone all the way to the end. She had gone half way before cowering about seeing her family and then fled from the place. She had visited Massingale Mansion, but for some reason the place scared her and so she left as well. She ahd then gone to the Church, never having gone to a church before in her life, but Amelia found it too noisy; especially when she visited on a Sunday. It was all quiet during the weekdays and that was what Amelia loved, but it wasn’t abandoned at all. Some people came every few hours, but on Sunday, masses of people came and Amelia didn’t like being in a crowd all too much. That was when she had decided to go to the cinema; maybe a movie would help her? Even though she didn’t want to, but in the end she forced herself to come to the cinema to watch anything. Amelia got out of her trance of the past as the boy replied to her. He probably didn’t understand what she meant by her words, so she played along with him. “Yes, it’s just a film.” She gave a small smile towards the guy and relaxed a little; but only just. She couldn’t relax totally, although she really wanted to. Maybe she should give the Whispering Woods another go and just meditate. It would be better for her and her soul if she did. “Yes…relax…Sorry about that.” Amelia gave a soft smile towards the boy and turned her head around. She rubbed her head slightly, feeling as if she was getting a headache.


TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 1032
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// I WELL THEN, SORRY FOR THIS CRAPPY POST. MMM YES WREN IS SEXY, MEAN AND DANGEROUSLY LOVABLE! HAHA YEAH RIGHT, YOU KNOW I HATE POKEMON! WHY SHOULD I BE JEALOUS OF THAT THING?!

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

The world was a cycle. Each person, place, thing was built for a certain purpose. These purposes were of course questionable, and were questioned on a regular basis. Who was to say that God wanted cities and towns to be built and eventually hurt the environment that God created for them? Of course this was never his intention, but instead was something that humans had compiled together after Adam and Eve took the bite out of the hazardous apple. Animals were all created previously to meet the needs of life, and in some occasions sacrificed to humans. Humans had been created in the vision of God, meant to be something that would seem similar to God, but never as powerful. Humans have become powerful in their time on earth to a point where many of them have started to believe that they are something like God, or that they are God, an actual sin. So much had been created on the world because of sin, or because of what was described as the devil’s whispers. The earth seemed to be taken over much by the devil’s influence rather than God who has to watch his children in worry every day. It was a rare occurrence for Wren to even have a mind set on anything religious. When he was younger he occasionally attended bible studies just to get some enlightenment and to do something around the town instead of getting into pointless drama. At some points the bible studies were interesting, at other points the completely terrified him and he just wanted to walk out of the building. His mind would never venture much to his times, comparing the world within him, unless it was actually brought up in a conversation. It wasn’t really whether or not that he believed in the religion or something, but it was more of a matter that he liked to stand up for something when he was sure he knew something about it. Somehow at that moment in the theatre he was able to remember the different thoughts that revolved around God’s children and the nature that was brought to life out of human havoc.

Family was something that never occurred much to Wren. He usually wasn’t home, doing something else. It wasn’t as if he was running away from something at home. He didn’t actually have very many domestic problems like other people. If there was something going on at home he usually just pretended it never happened, not letting the issue faze him. Some people always thought that there was something going on internally with him. Teachers sometimes would approach him asking if there was something going on at home that he wanted to talk about or see a councillor about, but they were just trying to be nosey. The entire Zeiger family had been quiet about their lives. They preferred to keep their lives theirs, to themselves instead of broadcasting it like the local news. Everyone always seemed curious of them just because they were mysterious that way. No one ever had a direct connection to them that seemed to spill to the rest of the world. Wren belonged in that family with ease. None of the family members wanted anything to do with the small town politics, and usually were just friendly with their neighbours but dug a hole underneath everything else so they wouldn’t get caught in the drama of everything else. It was always interesting when there was someone else that came along that seemed to be secluded from the rest of the town much like Wren had been. Meeting this girl was something almost intriguing for him, mostly because he had never seen her much when he was alive, or that he actually had zero recognition of her. That in itself was more interesting to him. To meet someone new in a town like this, what an accomplishment!

What was Wren’s reason for coming to the movies, really? He didn’t know. It never really mattered to him, he just had a way of being aimless and finding himself in places with people. That was probably one of the things that had always drawn people to him was that he was completely random... most of the time. He was unpredictable and different, and just, something that people always watched for because they wanted to know what the next move would be. From his instincts, somehow he had ended up in the theatre, and landed right next to this unique girl. There wasn’t much else to say about that, but somehow things just worked out that way. That was just how it always was for Wren. He lived in the moment, and that never really lead him in the wrong direction, although some might put that into question. Of course he had killed himself and too many that would seem very wrong, but for him it was a decision that he didn’t really regret, it just happened and now he was here. Things like that happened all the time, so he didn’t even bother lingering too far in the past, nor in the future. He didn’t say anything to the girl at first. He didn’t think that her response was really dignified enough for an answer. If she had something more to say, then he might have more to say in response that was just how the classic conversation went. He sat there, his back against the chair, loosely watching the film in all its gory glory. He wasn’t really paying much attention to the girl at that point, nor was anything else that appealing; he was just fairly spaced out. When he saw the movement from the corner of his eye, he jumped slightly to get a better view. As she rubbed her head he frowned slightly and spoke, “Something the matter over there, buddy?”

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 977
NOTES//: POKEMON. GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL >>

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Amelia had no idea what she was put into this life for, not the after life, but the real life. But yes, she was actually also wondering what she was in the after life for. What was she supposed to do n the real life? She was hated, her family was hated, and everything was different. It didn’t even take the people of Empress two seconds before they made their judgement on Amelia and her family. Just because they had ‘drugs’ and didn’t really believe in ‘war’ and all that, they were supposed to be hated? Weren’t people meant to be able to have their right to think freely and do whatever they wanted? It didn’t seem as if this meant for every person in the world, now that Amelia thought of it. Not every person in the world had money, shelter or even food and here she was thinking about herself too much. Sometimes Amelia worried about herself too much, and this made her feel guilty, but then again it wasn’t as if she could do anything about all the poverty in the world now could she? She wasn’t wonder man, or whatever those superheroes were called. She couldn’t help everyone in the entire world. She was just one person, and she was one hated person; that made the entire thing very different. Being loathed by everyone in town made everyone think differently about you, they would stay away from you; keep their children and their grandchildren away from you. People would spread stories about you and that spread like wildfire. It was hard living in a town so empty and small, it was as if all the people that made up the small population of Empress, only lived on gossip. Nothing else mattered in this small little town, and that was why Amelia grew up hating it. She hated that the people of Empress made her turn her back on her pacifist ways, but yet she still couldn’t blame them as she could have stayed a pacifist if she ahd better control of herself.

She missed her family like crazy, and sometimes, like days like today, she would find herself thinking about them a lot and wanting to cry. She just wanted the familiarity of everything. She wanted to hear her dad singing in the back of the house, one of his old Beatles tunes, she wanted to hear her mother meditating in the small living room slash kitchen of theirs. She wanted to see her brother in those crazy pants which he called his lucky charm. She missed everything, it was hard being in this life, because you saw everyone walk around without them noticing you and even though Amelia had been here for a vast amount of time, she still felt a pang go through herself whenever her family walked by her or through her without noticing anything. She almost wanted to chuck something around or show them her existence, but she knew that the Shinigami would probably be after her in a flash if she did. She wanted to rebel though, lately there had been a few rumours going around in the after life that people wanted to rebel and go back to being with their families, in real bodies, instead of living in this life. Amelia was too scared to ask around, but she wanted to go to this so badly, she wanted to go back to her real life, she wanted to feel the soft touch of her mother and her father. She just wanted everything to be normal. At the boys’ words, Amelia seemed to snap out of everything entirely. “No, I’m fine thanks.” Amelia replied, her voice a little choked up. She looked at the screen, then at the boy and then at the exit of the screen. She stood up, not bothering to say anything to the boy and rushed out of the room. As she got out, she noticed the females’ loo and rushed into their. She locked herself into one of the cubicles and sat down; tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She just wanted everything to be normal.



TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 693
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// SUCKISH POST! I KNOW. SORRY. AM SAD.

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

I LOVE THE BLACK AND WHITE, I LOVE THE PLAY OF LIGHT
CRUISE WITH THEIR POINTY LEATHER SHOES WEARING SHADES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

There was no book that taught the lessons of life, no brochure that guided you through the basic essentials, nothing to develop exactly how you lived. There was, of course, the bible that made some simple rules that were meant to be followed, and a lifestyle that would create and angelic earth if everything was followed in the book. But there were so many religions that not everyone would be familiar with all the stories in the bible, or the rules in the bible. But according to the bible, everyone had a purpose of some sort. According to every religion, or at least Wren hoped, that there was something that was meant for a person to be on earth instead of a different spiritual realm. Never had Wren spent much time contemplating his simple purpose. There were a lot of things that he had always been intrigued with and he always figured that his destiny would be something to follow all the things that he enjoys. He always liked digging into the minds and theories of other things, exploring the depths that people were scared to think about. There were so many people in the past that had made theories that have been rejected, and latter found correct. One day Wren wanted to be one of those people who may seem crazy but actually had a great idea at hand. Too bad there were so many people with closed minds and ideas that they didn’t even understand the things that were going on around them. Some people may seem insane but could be one of the most interesting, and intelligent people out there.

Even watching this film, there was something about it that was so maniacal and genius about it. Obviously the director and writer had a twisted mind and sense of entertainment. Even with their horrific measures put out on film, there was still a genius. It was the absurd, crazy things that that displayed that made people so interested in seeing the film. All of it leads up to a semi full theatre. There was only really one reason why people came to see this movie, and that was because there was something that flagged inside of them to draw them to such a gory film. Wren smiled at it all. Maybe he should’ve gotten into directing. Then he would make a whole bunch of money just for creating an image of insanity that people hated so much that they highly appreciated.

There wasn’t much that Wren missed. In fact he didn’t really miss anything. His entire life was more of a “move forward” type of thing. Never did he look too far into the past or future, he just liked living in the present and seeing the world for what it was as everything was happening. He never really thought about his family anymore. Sometimes he would see them walking about Empress and there would be a memory that would flash around inside of him, but eventually he left that memory in the back of his mind again, searching for something new to do for that day. He listened carefully to the break in the girl’s voice. His face quickly turned into one of concern. He looked over at her just as she seemed to be leaving her seat and following her way to the exit. For a moment he just sat there, wanting to finish this movie, but then there was something inside of him that made him feel obligated to go out and talk to this girl. He sighed, leaving behind a movie that probably was almost over since the murderer basically almost killed everyone. For a moment the theatre had a stream of light, but then quickly it was all captured in darkness, though Wren found himself hiding from the bright fluorescent lighting. He saw a flash of ghostly moment and took a random guess that it was probably the girl he had sat next too. He followed her into the girls room, not really paying attention to the sign. He crawled onto the counter where there were wide sinks and rested his back on the wall. There was one stall that was closed, and there were sobbing sounds coming from it. It was odd to see a girl or two go out or come in not noticing the sad sounds echoing off the walls. Wren sighed before he said anything, pumping himself up, hoping that the girl wouldn’t be completely creeped out but him following her. “I never did get your name, miss, I’m Wren and I have a feeling you lied to me just a moment a go.”

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LYRICS//: cinema italiano, kate hudson
COUNT//: 776
NOTES//: awe. Ish okee, but the post did make me feel sad.. but for Amelia.

[amelia]

Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless

Religion was something that Amelia didn’t really believe in, she didn’t believe in science either. People thought that if you didn’t believe in religion then you believed in science, or vice versa, but in Amelia’s case she believed in neither. She didn’t care much about religion or much about the rules of a specific religion that people never even bothered to follow. There were many hypocritical people in religions, they would criticise a person in the way of their forms of prayer, or the way they did things, but in reality those people were worse than the people that they were criticising; the only difference was that they were better at hiding everything than others. They believed in different things and fought with other religions. Wasn’t no war supposed to be one of the rules or something? Or were they supposed to kill innocent civilians everywhere, kill the environment and kill everybody and everything else? It was weird how religion tries to stop so many terrible things happening with their rules and regulations, but it was surprising how many people rarely followed the rules. Amelia could not understand the stories being said by the bible and the other holy books, there was nothing to understand. They were just stories, somehow like fairytales, and that was about it. Amelia found them to be nothing interesting, she just lived her life the way that she wanted to live her life and that was that. Religion held no importance for her family, and it seemed to be the same for many people in the world as well.

On the other hand, she was not one of those people that believed in the big bang theory like all the scientists that did. Yeah, particles came together, collided and that created the world? It didn’t sound right, Amelia felt as if there was something missing in this theory. As if scientists had not yet provided all the evidence that there was, scientists usually did hide everything from everyone in the world though, just so that they did not sound mad when they finally presented it to the entire earth’s population. Scientists were just liars in Amelia’s eyes; she didn’t care what they said. Most of the rumours about the world ending in 2010 came from them, and Amelia didn’t believe that one bit, that was total bullshit in her case. Amelia had no idea what she believed in though, she just believed in the morals and rights that her family had taught her, and that was that. There was nothing that held importance to her other than what her family taught her and she would live by that. It wasn’t as if she was taught anything else, and she didn’t mind if she was different in this way as well.

As she watched the screen vaguely, Amelia couldn’t help but to wonder what her brother would do if she came to the cinemas when she was alive. He probably wouldn’t have said anything and would have come with her. He would have wanted to see, like her, all the hype about movie theatres in the world. What was so interesting? How big were the screens? How did they get the film onto the screen? They were like the two most deprived children in the whole of Empress, and even though it was a bit embarrassing, Amelia didn’t really mind. Her brother would have probably spoken through the whole movie if he was here with her and she would have laughed along with him, creating a ruckus here and they probably would have been kicked out by the security. She had seen many people being kicked out just for talking; which was weird to Amelia. She didn’t bother to acknowledge the boy sitting next to her when she ran, she just wanted to get out of there and wanted to go back home. She wanted to be with her family again; it was the only wish she had right now, just like many of the other spirits. Even though she had gotten used to everything, it was hard, and she knew many of the spirits knew how she was feeling right then. Maybe the guy that had sat next to her didn’t though, he seemed to not care about anything, and Amelia wished she was a bit stronger than him emotionally, it would be better for her to just carry on with her life; like he seemed to be doing. She heard the door open to the girls’ room, and tried to keep her sobbing under control, even though she didn’t’ know why. It wasn’t as if any one of the living could really hear her, could they? She heard the familiar voice cut through her sobs and practically froze, what the hell was he doing here? Instead of answering his question she said, “What are you doing in the girl’s toilet? You’re not supposed to be in here!”




TAGGED// WREN
WORDS// 823
LYRICS// PIXIE LOTT-MAMA DO
NOTES// AWW I FEEL SAD FOR HER TOO.